A god-level beauty system? But I'm already a god-level beauty!

If God gave Shen Ye another chance to start over.

He absolutely refused to come to school and insisted on taking a day off.

The atmosphere at that moment was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Chu Cihan stood not far away, his usually clear and lively eyes now incredibly sharp.

Each gaze was like a cold dagger, fixed on Shen Ye, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Shen Ye felt very regretful.

He had been hoping for the best, thinking that Chu Cihan and Lin Chunuan had no interaction and would never meet.

That's why he tacitly allowed Lin Chunuan to wear that silver bracelet to and from school.

Even though it was a gift that Chu Cihan had given him personally.

But who would have thought that the two girls would bump into each other today?

All the secrets that couldn't be hidden were instantly exposed.

Shen Ye swallowed hard.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Lin Chunuan, standing to the side, was completely unaware of the strange atmosphere.

She blinked her big, innocent eyes, looking at Chu Cihan with a face full of confusion.

She looked down at the gleaming silver bracelet on her wrist, then looked up at Chu Cihan, whose expression seemed off.

The little girl asked with a hint of confusion, "This is a gift from my brother, why can't I have it?"

Lin Chunuan genuinely loved this bracelet and wore it carefully, oblivious to the undercurrents between the two people in front of her.

Upon hearing these words, Chu Cihan's body trembled slightly.

A faint, bitter smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Her lips moved, and although she had a thousand words stuck in her chest, she couldn't utter a single one.

Her eyes reddened at a visible speed, and warm tears quietly filled her eyes, swirling in her eyes as if about to fall.

"Don't cry, I..."

Shen Ye opened his mouth to explain, but the words caught in his throat.

How can he explain this?

Did he say that in order to appease Lin Chunuan's tantrum, he casually gave away the gift she had carefully prepared?

Saying these words will only hurt more.

Shen Ye's hesitant and reluctant expression was, in Chu Cihan's eyes, the cruelest answer.

All the anticipation, excitement, and cautious feelings shattered completely at this moment.

Her voice trembled slightly, tinged with suppressed sobs, as she asked, each word deliberate and halting:

"The thing I specially gave you the day before yesterday... you immediately gave it to someone else, didn't you?"

A single, simple sentence exhausted all her strength.

Shen Ye lowered his eyes, pressed his lips tightly together, and fell silent.

No explanation is needed.

That's the truth; it's something he did himself, and there's no excuse for it.

After a long silence, he finally uttered two words in a low voice: "I'm sorry."

There's not much else to say.

Chu Cihan stared at him quietly, his gaze deep and unwavering.

Her beautiful eyes were churning with layers of emotions.

There was resentment, anger, and bitterness.

But most of all, what they feel is the sense of betrayal and helplessness after being disappointed.

He met her eyes, which were filled with disappointment.

Shen Ye felt as if he were facing a wave of disappointment.

A few seconds later, Chu Cihan raised the back of his hand and forcefully wiped away the tears that were about to slide down his cheeks.

Her movements were decisive, carrying an extreme stubbornness.

Immediately afterwards, she raised her hand and ripped off the bright red safety bracelet from her wrist.

That was a gift she treasured and wore carefully for two days.

She thought it was a secret gift Shen Ye had left for her.

At this moment, all the joy vanished.

With a flick of her fingertips, the red string flew out lightly and landed straight in Shen Ye's palm.

After doing all this, the girl ran away without looking back.

"Wait a minute!" Shen Ye lifted his foot to chase after him, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he only brushed against a patch of cold air.

Chu Cihan ran very fast, rushing to the black Maybach parked on the side of the road in a few steps.

The car door opened, she rushed in, and slammed it shut, shutting out the whole world.

"drive."

The sound was muffled, coming through the car window with a heavy nasal tone.

The black sedan barely stopped, its engine giving a low roar, before merging into the evening rush hour traffic and disappearing at the end of the street in the blink of an eye.

Shen Ye's hand was still frozen in mid-air.

The wind blowing from the school gate made his fingertips feel cold.

He didn't know how long he had been standing there.

A warm sensation suddenly came from my palm.

Shen Ye looked down and saw that Lin Chunuan had bent down and picked up the red rope at some point, then gently put it into his hand.

"This is mine..." she said, her head bowed, her voice muffled, as if talking to herself.

She was extremely meticulous when she was weaving, remembering every knot and every loop of thread clearly.

Now, seeing it up close, she recognized the red rope instantly because several of the loose ends at the end were exactly the same as the ones she had braided.

This is the one she knitted for her brother.

But my brother said he lost it.

She believed it.

Now she understands everything.

The silver bracelet on her wrist was a gift from the girl to her brother. And the red string that the girl threw back was one she had braided herself for him.

In other words—his brother didn't lose it at all. He simply resold the things he had given away to someone else.

"Clatter".

A single, glistening tear fell from Lin Chunuan's eye, landing on the red string and spreading into a small, dark dot.

She didn't burst into tears. She just stood there quietly, head down, silently unfastening the silver bracelet on her wrist. The clasp popped open gently.

She put the bracelet and red string back into Shen Ye's hand.

His palm was filled with two cold things, one red and one silver. Shen Ye looked down at them, feeling a strange sensation in his heart.

"Warm and cozy..."

"Don't speak."

Lin Chunuan did not look up.

Her voice was soft and calm, but what lay beneath that calm was more distressing than crying.

Lin Chunuan didn't run away—her mother was still on her way to pick them up, and she had to wait.

But she didn't want to look at Shen Ye, so she turned to the side, facing the other end of the street, her two small hands clenched tightly behind her back, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Lin Chunuan subconsciously wanted to protect the peaceful atmosphere at home and didn't want the adults to worry about it.

Looking at her slender figure, Shen Ye wanted to explain, but chose to remain silent.

No matter how you explain it, the truth is that he lost the gift that Lin Chunuan made by hand, gave away someone else's things, and then got her things into someone else's hands.

This has indeed become somewhat of a reality.

"Warm and cozy..."

He called out again.

Lin Chunuan's shoulders trembled slightly, but she didn't turn around.

"Don't speak," she repeated, her voice even softer and more nasal, "Let me have some peace and quiet."

Shen Ye fell silent.

The two stood at the school gate, half a meter apart, neither looking at the other.

As the sun slowly sank lower, it stretched the two small shadows long and slanted, merging together and then separating.

Some students passing by turned around out of curiosity, but upon seeing Shen Ye's expressionless face and Lin Chunu's lowered head, they wisely quickened their pace and walked away.

About ten minutes later, Xu Muwan's car finally appeared at the street corner.

"Xiao Ye! Nuan Nuan!" The car window rolled down, and Xu Muwan waved to them with a smile. "Have you been waiting long? There was a bit of traffic on the road today."

Lin Chunuan took a deep breath, raised her small hand and quickly wiped her face. When she turned around, her eyes were still red, but she forced a smile onto her lips.

"Not long, Mom."

The voice was no different from usual.

Shen Ye remained silent the entire way. Xu Muwan glanced at him several times in the rearview mirror and asked, "Why are you unhappy today, Xiao Ye?"

"I'm a little tired." Shen Ye forced a smile.

"Then go back and get some rest."

Xu Muwan noticed that something was wrong between the two—usually her daughter would pester Shen Ye to talk in the car, but today the two of them didn't exchange a single word.

She guessed they had a conflict.

After arriving home, Lin Chunuan quickly changed into slippers and headed straight for her room. She paused for a moment as she passed Shen Ye.

But he didn't say anything.

The door closed gently.

Shen Ye stood in the living room, still clutching the two small ornaments in his hand.

One red, one silver, both heavy.

He looked down for a long time, then turned and went back to his room. The moment the door closed, he leaned against it, staring up at the ceiling.

What kept replaying in her mind was Chu Cihan's reddened eyes and Lin Chunuan's silent action of taking off her bracelet.

The two images alternated, making it hard for him to breathe.

"sorry."

He spoke softly to the empty room.